March 24, 2011
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BLACKBIRD FLY
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see,
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Black bird fly into the dead of the dark black night.
(Lennon, McCartney)
This morning at least twenty-five blackbirds landed in my garden all at once. I have never seen them here before. In the tree they looked like strange black leaves. If I was a superstitious person, I would think it was an omen. When I opened the door to get a photo they all took off to the other side of the property. As I watched the local hawk swept over to the tree where the black birds sat and they began to squawk like crazy. I was reminded, for some reason of the Beatles song.
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I was humming it along as I read it
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love it
I used to freak out a little when I saw a whole bunch of birds together; reminded be of the Alfred Hitchcock thriller, “The Birds”!
I love seeing the birds flock, now… and I love that song!
Hugs to you, dear lady!